Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Story of a Son Who Found His Real Family after 22 years from himself, Zmnako Muhammad

Zmnako Muhammad is from Hallabg. Zmnako was taken by the Iranian
soldiers to Iran on March, 16 1988, and he has lost his family except his mom.
Zmnako has written the below story.

Dandelion

Two days after the mortal chemical
bombardment of Halabja in 16 March, 1988, an Iranian airplane brought some of the
Halabjian injured to Mashhad, North East of Iran. A boy of three months was among
them. He was delivered to the care of an orphanage. In the orphanage, a widow was
who was another victim of the Iran-Iraq war cared for the “Dandelion,” a flower
seed who had blown over the border. By and by, the woman became attached to
the baby. The nurse turned into Dandelion’s mother.

Years passed. Dandelion
had a pleasant home life, but he experienced many problems in his adopted
culture. The Dandelion had drifted into a society where he had no civil rights
or citizenship. Since his mother didn’t have a husband, according to local law,
she couldn’t get Iranian nationality for Dandelion whom the woman named Ali.
She loved Ali as her own sons, and told him the story of how he had come to
live with her.

In 1991

Occasionally, Dandelion
would sit in a corner of a room and wonder why he didn’t have a father, or why
he never knew the father he once had. “For which sin,” he wondered, “was this
punishment?” He didn’t understand why he lacked this essential thing that all
the other children around him possessed. After an hour of crying, Dandelion
would wipe the tears away and resume his life. His adopted family wasn’t rich,
but love and kindness do not let them to think about their poverty.

Dandelion’s life
passed well enough, until one awful day when the boy went to visit Tehran and a
cousin phoned him and said, “Your mother had an accident and now she is in the
hospital.” Ali quickly returned to Mashhad and went directly to the hospital
where his mother was. When he saw his mother, he caressed her face. He was sad but
certain that his mother would not be ill long and soon return home.

A month went
by. Sadly, the doctors offered grim news about the dandelion’s mother: An
infection in her leg had gotten so bad that it was necessary to take a drastic
step: “We must cut off her leg above her knee,” said the surgeon.

After four more
days, on the morning of 7 January, 2007, a nurse called Ali and said, “Your
mother doesn’t have good health. You must come to the hospital.” When he
arrived to the hospital, Dandelion saw his mother’s nurse and she said, “Your
mother died this morning with the morning prayer.” That was the worst news in
his life. This wasn’t believable for him. He just cried. He didn’t have any
other person in the universe. The only things that remained from his mother
were old glasses, her prayer beads and a shawl. Dandelion closed his eyes when
his mother was buried.

The hardest part of Dandelion’s life began.
After his mother died, he was accepted in university. But because he didn’t
have enough money, he couldn’t continue his study. He was living alone. He
couldn’t study or have a good job because he didn’t have Iranian nationality.
He struggled to stay alive. Many days he cried for three hours. He still had
his question, “For which sin?” He had lost two families, one of them in Halabja
and one of them in Iran.

Four years
passed. One day his friends in Tehran phoned him and said, “One of the Kurdish
ministers is here and you can meet her.” Dandelion was very happy to hear this
news. One afternoon, Ali saw the minister and she said, “There are many
families in Halabja that lost their babies March 16.” She invited Ali to go to
Kurdistan. In his heart, a bright light shone. He said to himself, “Maybe my
father or my mother is alive and maybe I can know who my family is.”

After two
months, Dandelion came to Kurdistan and was welcomed by people and the press.
On the first day he went to Halabja. He was very glad because he saw his town
and his people, and he cried. Forty-two families had lost their children in the
1988 massacre. Among them, just five families had a child the same age as Ali.
The only way to connect Ali to a family was by DNA test. The test result came
after a month. That month was very hard for Dandelion.

First time Ali arrives to his city Halabja after 22 years,

And mayor of the city greeting him

Everyone came
to know what the test result was. All of them waited. Dandelion just had his
phone in his hand and saw his mother’s picture in that. He thought about his
mother and just cried. That moment came and a man began to read the test
result. He read the name, “Fatima Mohammad Saleh.” Dandelion didn’t know how to
react to his true mother when he met her. First he kissed her hands and
caressed her face. Everyone cried.

After the crowd
departed, Ali was alone with his new mother. His first question was about his
father. His mother began to cry. After that she gave Dandelion seven pictures.
One of them was his father and one of them was his sister. Other pictures were
his brothers’ pictures and of course a photo of himself when he was three
months. Dandelion learned his real name was Zmnako. Then he went to Halabja
cemetery and saw his grave stone. There, he removed his name from the names of
victims in Halabja to show that he is alive.

Maybe after
reading this history, you will think this is just a story and is not true. But
this story is true and now Dandelion has lived with his new family for 3 years in
Sulaimani. He is an undergraduate student at the American University of
Iraq-Sulimany.

He wishes
all the world peace and prosperity. He believes Halabja was an event
that happened in a day, but the grief is in Halabjian hearts forever. Dandelion
believed that the bombardment of his city should be recognized as genocide. He
does not want this tragedy to be repeated in anywhere in the world.

Dandelion is with his mother now but other families still
haven’t found their children. 5000 people died, and 10000 of his people injured
by the brutal attack from the dictator regime of Saddam in March 16, 1988. Saddam
Hussein died, but in every year in March 16 many drops of tears come down from
Halabjian people’s eyes. 42 families have lost their children, and they are
waiting for another Dandelion to come back. Still Dandelion has this very old
question: “For which sin?”